I’ve never claimed to be good in mathematics. I’m doing good just to know my multiplication facts.
Just the same, you would think I would be able to count up my profits from Saturday’s yard sale and figure out what I made versus the time worked and cost of advertising.
But I bungled that effort.
See, I had plenty of quarters to make change. Plenty of dimes, nickels, pennies. I had about $5 or $10 in dollar bills. $34 worth of small change to start with.
I just didn’t think that people would be wanting me to make change in return for a $50. For something that cost 75 cents.
So when this happened more than once, I had to dash back into the house to find whatever $5’s or $10’s that I had on hand. I was in such a hurry to get back to the customers that I didn’t think. And I completely lost track of how much I brought out from inside.
“So how much did you end up making?” Lefty asked me Saturday night, when I was counting my money.
I felt my face flush.
“Um…I don’t know, exactly. Maybe anywhere from $25 to $50?”
Lefty looked confused, but I did, too. Perhaps I did end up with $50, which isn’t that bad for a small yard sale. I got our house rid of some of the excess clutter, but Mom had given me some clothes to sell, too.
If you take what you earn at a yard sale, it can be very disheartening, considering American minimum wage.
I’m not so sure that one can look at it like that, though.
Doing a yard sale has intangible rewards. Like getting to meet other people. I got to pass out cards that advertised my blog. Princess Buttercup got to learn about free enterprise with her very successful lemonade stand.
Will I ever do another yard sale again?
But next time I’ll have enough change.